Went to see the Animals Inside Out exhibition at the Natural History Museum today. It was pretty amazing, I won’t give too much away as you should probably go see it for yourself.
So what could be better than cut-away plastinated animals? How about some 1967 Japanese “anatomical” illustrations of Godzilla and his mate Gamera? Freaking awesome.
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As a Surrey boy born and bred, I have heard nightingales singing once or twice while out on a walk in the county’s woodlands. Listening to Vikram Seth on Desert Island Discs this morning belatedly brought to my attention the field recording ‘nightingale and bombers’, made in 1942 in (probably) a Surrey wood - click on the title to listen. It reminded me of the better known bird-juxtaposed-with-noises-made-by-man-in-Surrey recording (and what would be one of my own desert island discs), cellist Beatrice Harrison’s accompaniment of nightingales singing in her back garden, broadcast live on the BBC in 1924 (this is available to listen to at http://www.bbc.co.uk/blogs/bbcmusic/2010/05/cello.html).
(NOT SO) SHIT LONDON
Yesterday I came across the excellent Shit London blog. The name’s a bit misleading, as it isn’t anything like as venomous as the subjects of the more mildly-monikered Crap Towns books. In fact most of the posts are quite affectionate celebrations of those little quirks and accidents that bring a splash of humour to the city. Every town and city should have a blog like it (especially Liverpool).
Anyway, in slightly-inadequate homage I’m posting a picture of the above sign which is outside a bar/restaurant just down the road from my house. I like its use of statistics to attract passing trade, especially the rhetorical question at the start. How would you know the precise figure without sitting down and going through the restaurant’s receipts? I have yet to try some of its “home made cooking”, but I doubt I’ll be able to resist for much longer.
